i am such a lameass
no. 1: "daddy, why do we have pee-pees an' butts?"
me: "so we can go potty."
no. 1: "why do we have school?"
me: "so you can learn to read and write."
no. 1: "why do we have potties in da house?"
me: "so we don't have to go outside to go potty."
in my (failed) first year of college, i often thought my roommate might be a vampire. he had early classes, so would be gone when i would wake up. if the day was sunny (which it was alot), i would throw the blinds up to bathe the room in sunlight. (i love the sun!) when i would come home from class, my roommate would be at his desk studying, the blinds pulled down tight and the room plunged into a dusk that made it hard to see at all.
it is an absolutely gorgeous day out today, so i run through the house throwing open blinds like a crazed maniac. by the time i return, the living room blinds are redrawn (i have a mental image of a piece of paper, eraser crumbs still scattered across it, and a blind penciled in where the original blind had been sketched. english is stupid). i ask no. 1 why he closed the blinds.
"i didn't want to get hot."
this from the kid who wears long-sleeved shirts incessantly. go figure.
a short short (and unfinished and likely to remain that way) short story i concocted the other day when i was bored:
"can i lay down with you?"
"huh?" dan opened his eyes, blinking hard against the sun, to see the owner of the female voice standing over him with a towel and a book.
"can i toss my towel down here next to yours?"
she was standing near his head, and his eyes noted the pink toenails before working their way up her long, tanned legs. she was standing with the classic soft s curve in her back that women employed to thrust the three things that they thought men wanted directly into vision, so his eyes were drawn next to her pudenda, wrapped unabashedly in a triangle of pink cloth, followed by the pink jewel in her navel, and then perky breasts, similarly clad in pink triangles, and finally full, pink lips and his own dual reflection where her eyes would normally be when the sun went down.
"of course, it's a free beach."
the end, sorta. maybe she flirts with him before robbing him blind? maybe he flirts with her before her huge biker boyfriend beats fuck out of him? maybe they fall in love whilst getting caught up in an international plot involving espionage and subterfuge, and rife with double-crosses? most likely, it advances no further than that, because dan is too shy to attempt a play, or even a good line, and she just wanted a quiet place to lay out without being bothered in the first fucking place, and dan seemed just the kind of quiet shy fella to leave her in peace.
why are the whos down in whoville in the old chuck jones cartoon singing to the late great surrealist, dali? i swear, they are singing "salvadore, salvadore, welcome christmas, bring your light."
as far as the interview goes, i couldn't have done it any better and still be yours truly. that is to say, i said a few things that most interviewees probably wouldn't, but then, i am not most interviewees, am i? they said i should hear back in a couple of weeks.
but i will tell ya, o my beloved non-existant readers, between my "impressive resume" and my old supervisor and friend putting in a good word, and me doing the interview to the absolute best of my own (skewed and warped) ability, if i don't get this job, it will be because the time/space continuum would otherwise be fucked and humanity as we know it would cease.
not much else to report so far at this, the last stop before falling into the ocean and being eaten by sharks.
darth sardonic
me: "so we can go potty."
no. 1: "why do we have school?"
me: "so you can learn to read and write."
no. 1: "why do we have potties in da house?"
me: "so we don't have to go outside to go potty."
in my (failed) first year of college, i often thought my roommate might be a vampire. he had early classes, so would be gone when i would wake up. if the day was sunny (which it was alot), i would throw the blinds up to bathe the room in sunlight. (i love the sun!) when i would come home from class, my roommate would be at his desk studying, the blinds pulled down tight and the room plunged into a dusk that made it hard to see at all.
it is an absolutely gorgeous day out today, so i run through the house throwing open blinds like a crazed maniac. by the time i return, the living room blinds are redrawn (i have a mental image of a piece of paper, eraser crumbs still scattered across it, and a blind penciled in where the original blind had been sketched. english is stupid). i ask no. 1 why he closed the blinds.
"i didn't want to get hot."
this from the kid who wears long-sleeved shirts incessantly. go figure.
a short short (and unfinished and likely to remain that way) short story i concocted the other day when i was bored:
"can i lay down with you?"
"huh?" dan opened his eyes, blinking hard against the sun, to see the owner of the female voice standing over him with a towel and a book.
"can i toss my towel down here next to yours?"
she was standing near his head, and his eyes noted the pink toenails before working their way up her long, tanned legs. she was standing with the classic soft s curve in her back that women employed to thrust the three things that they thought men wanted directly into vision, so his eyes were drawn next to her pudenda, wrapped unabashedly in a triangle of pink cloth, followed by the pink jewel in her navel, and then perky breasts, similarly clad in pink triangles, and finally full, pink lips and his own dual reflection where her eyes would normally be when the sun went down.
"of course, it's a free beach."
the end, sorta. maybe she flirts with him before robbing him blind? maybe he flirts with her before her huge biker boyfriend beats fuck out of him? maybe they fall in love whilst getting caught up in an international plot involving espionage and subterfuge, and rife with double-crosses? most likely, it advances no further than that, because dan is too shy to attempt a play, or even a good line, and she just wanted a quiet place to lay out without being bothered in the first fucking place, and dan seemed just the kind of quiet shy fella to leave her in peace.
why are the whos down in whoville in the old chuck jones cartoon singing to the late great surrealist, dali? i swear, they are singing "salvadore, salvadore, welcome christmas, bring your light."
as far as the interview goes, i couldn't have done it any better and still be yours truly. that is to say, i said a few things that most interviewees probably wouldn't, but then, i am not most interviewees, am i? they said i should hear back in a couple of weeks.
but i will tell ya, o my beloved non-existant readers, between my "impressive resume" and my old supervisor and friend putting in a good word, and me doing the interview to the absolute best of my own (skewed and warped) ability, if i don't get this job, it will be because the time/space continuum would otherwise be fucked and humanity as we know it would cease.
not much else to report so far at this, the last stop before falling into the ocean and being eaten by sharks.
darth sardonic
Labels: english is stupid, fun in the sun, i have no life, my kids are crazy
posted by darth sardonic at 8:17 AM
6 Comments:
Hahaha! about the little one and the blinds :o) Oh, I miss those days when my kids were little and cute! There's not much cute about them at age 16....unless you're a 16-year-old of the opposite sex. That's why I keep old pictures of them around.
Good luck sneaking in some sunshine :o)
BJ
lol blogget, yep, the cuteness saves their ass on many occasions. and we still do pretty good on the sunshine.
I like the light too and I work in a room with no windows. So I come home and Dan already has the blinds drawn. I hate that.
Send them a thank you note so they don't forget you. It's a nice personal touch.
lol z, yeah, it is aggravating. and i will definitely send them a note, or call them or whatever.
Fancy living in a place where closing the blinds is required to keep the place cool for weeks on end... two days is about all we get!!
pxx
lol pixie, you should come visit!
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